Whenever I hear Phil Collins, Steely Dan,  or Hall and Oates, I always remember my big brother. Those were his favorites - I remember he really started to embrace 80s pop rock in his late teens, and although I found the music questionable at the time, now, I really enjoy listening to these bands.  I’ve come to appreciate their artistic talent, and being able to remember Elliott through the sound.  

Looking forward to next year when I can share another small memory.  

I have no words, no right, no light

No circumstance, no feeling

For revealing the strife, the plight

Which might underwrite

The strength, the length

To which I may cite

The heights of my brother

From my mother, on whom

I write tonight

The way his life

Sought the peace and resolve

To each, his care to us

Despite his needs

From his ease of being

And a life of seeing

Through these obstacles

Though we all face them

His intelligence could erase them

And unlike hard drive data,

He has no recovery

But without subtlety

his spirit still lingers

And we shall not hinder

To discover

His Ever-impacting kindness

His humor his warmth his acceptance

We love him dearly and

As earnestly as we may

Express our dismay at his passing

Though it will be lasting

Let's be brief with our grief

Because his spirit his vast and will last eternally, so I can only

Express my thanks for his protection and presence

may you live on, in a sense,

In our collective heart, Elliott